While under the light
Of the midnight sun
I love the way
The Earth does run
Everything is calm
Everything is cool
All the creatures are out
And Mother Nature rules
I walk to the lake
And watch the fish swim
The moon on the water
Then the lights dims
I look to the sky
And see all the clouds
As they cover the moon
Like a widdow shrouds
While looking up
I hear a sound
A soft little voice
Comming from all around
I listen closer now
To hear what it says
That voice on the wind
As sweet as it is
I understand now
It is the voice of the night
Telling me stories
And hugging me tight
Oh the beauty I see
And the beauty I hear
They make me want
Never to leave here
But soon, however
The sun shall rise
And I must wait again
For tomorrow night's surprise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem with a great natural flow to it. It lacks some descriptive imagery though. Still it's enjoyable to read. Spiritsong